[Demon Slayer: Blade] The fiancé is always incompetent and furious

The author has something to say: I decided to write this episode first

From Chao Ri's rebirth to the year Wu Mi was born, the core content is to cultivate Wu Mi into an upright young man【x

It is said that Ghost Mai Tsuji was born in the cold winter.

He doesn't like to mention his past very much, and the maids in the mansion are very secretive about the past, so I never know what happened that year.

I followed the maid who led the way through the familiar corridor, through the backward millennium time, and came to the outside of the room with several curtains and screens.A faint fragrance came along with the rustling of the clothes, and the figure of the woman sitting behind the imperial curtain was hazy, and it was not difficult to see the shape of the bulging abdomen.

There are still three months before Onimai Tsuji's birth.

I relived my life and suddenly returned to Kyoto in the Heian period. Not only did my identity change, but the time was also reset forward.

When I was [-] years old, I entered the Department of Internal Medicine as an apprentice. Before I finished my basic pharmacology, I was assigned a new task by the supervisor of the Pharmacy Office.

To be honest, I don't have much experience in caring for pregnant women.

I fell on the ground obediently, the floor of the noble house is easier to kneel on, since it was sent by the palace anyway, I can kneel outside the imperial curtain instead of crawling in the gravel-strewn courtyard.

I answered the valet's words in a serious manner, and took my errands very seriously.The pregnant lady sat silently behind the curtain filled with incense, and never asked for my name from the beginning to the end.

On the north side of the mansion where Misan lives, there is a specially prepared room. The room is all white, including a few curtains and screens. I have never been able to understand this custom.

My task is not to comment on the layout of the maternity house. In the next three months, I was busy improving my wife’s diet and living habits, and found that making these nobles exercise more would be like killing them—no, it’s like asking It's just as difficult to cut off the long hair of an aristocratic woman.

There is a reason why the average lifespan of people in the Heian period was short.

Speaking of drinking water, people in this era have no concept of bacteria. Nobles stay at home all year round and exercise very little. As for diet, because of the influence of Buddhism, the source of protein for the nobles is almost entirely from pickled fish and shellfish. Class, for vitamin intake is seriously insufficient.

Not to mention the lack of ingredients, and it is not delicious, even soy sauce has not been popularized, and there is no black sugar, and the pitiful sweetness is all extracted from boiled kudzu.

Drink more hot water, exercise more, and go out to bask in the sun more. If possible, it is best to buy some game and add meals to yourself.

These simple things are useless anyway. The maids in the mansion think I am a weirdo, and I think they are weird too. This is such a familiar picture. I almost think that time has turned back. Not born.

In the end, I could only chase behind the maids and servants who were in charge of meals with a blank face, reminding them three hundred times a day to boil water before drinking, to change the dishes more, to nourish the body of pregnant women, it is best to buy game, what? Pheasant, wild duck, turtledove, as long as they have wings, fly and quack, they are better than everyday salted river fish.

The doctor in the classic medicine room will visit from time to time, feel the pulse for consultation, and occasionally prescribe some useless medicine.

Pregnant women need to move around more, and cannot lie down and rest all the time, I said.

But no one listened.

If a person who is already weak lies down all the time, he will only become weaker and weaker in the future.I protested loudly.

But no one listens to me.

So I picked up the tea set, which was more precious than my own life, and slammed it on the ground. With a bang, the fragments splashed everywhere, and everyone's eyes finally turned.

There was astonishment and disbelief in their eyes, as if they saw wild animals running into a room where people lived.

Women in the Heian period couldn't even be hysterical, how boring it was.

I waited for the attendant to take me down, and waited for others to scold me "Bold!".

If someone scolds me, I will scold back and let him see the swear words I have learned from all over the world after living in the longhouse in Edo for so many years.

I simulated the upcoming scolding battle in my mind, fluttering and fluffing like a fighting rooster, and a soft laugh came from behind the imperial curtain.

I didn't have my head chopped off.

"What's your name?" the voice asked me slowly.

"...A Zhao." I lowered my eyes and told her, "Chao Yang's Chao."

Onimai Tsuji's biological mother is a beautiful person who is unforgettable. She is full of expectations for the child in her womb - this will be her heir, the cornerstone of her power, the fire of ambition, and the continuation of the prosperity of the whole family. Hope is pinned in her belly.

She thought I was funny but didn't trust my medical knowledge.How could a female apprentice from the department of internal medicine be more knowledgeable than a doctor from the classic medicine office.Therefore, my daily task is to talk to my wife and amuse her like a funny bird.

She has never left the capital, not even the world surrounded by pavilions, terraces and waterside pavilions.She liked to hear my anecdotes about the outside world, and if she was in a rare mood she would even ask me what I wanted.

"Ah Chao, what do you want?" My wife always asks me this way.

As a qualified subordinate and a qualified chat partner, I will tell my wife that it is my greatest wish for her to be healthy and safe to have an heir.

"really?"

"really."

I asked for an amulet from a shrine and burned incense at a Buddhist temple on Mt. Hiei.

These things don't really need me to worry about.On the day of delivery, eminent monks chanting sutras, priests praying, and witches dancing, these psychics surrounded the space outside the imperial palace, and the buzzing noise made people dizzy.

It was not easy for women in the Heian period to give birth. If they stepped on the door of ghosts, they would go back to the west at any time. The blood that flowed out during childbirth was regarded as filthy, accompanied by death and the risk of being possessed by hungry ghosts and sucking their anger.

Production is the borderline between life and death, and the inside and outside of the Imperial Sanctuary are two spaces.

The parturient women and maids in the imperial maternity house were dressed in white clothes, and the white clothes were stained red with blood. The family members waiting outside were restless. A terrible scream.

The bloody water was poured out one after another, but the fetus in the wife's womb was never born.She tightly grasped the long rope hanging from the beam, and every scream seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her lungs, as if the pain itself was drilled out of the human body.

The people around are in a mess, the air is filled with the bitter smell of medicine and sticky blood, the long night is illuminated by the firelight of pine branches wrapped in grease, and the burnt scriptures are blown by the wind, turning into scattered bits and pieces bit by bit. ash.

Yin Shi.

The bloody fetus finally slipped out of the lady's body.

The blood-stained midwife in white hurriedly picked up the fetus and carried it into a tub of hot water.

Outside the imperial palace, monks were chanting scriptures, and witches were driving away hungry ghosts. The voices gradually receded and disappeared, from deafening to whispering, and finally stopped completely.

The child didn't cry.

Why doesn't he cry?How could he not cry?

The madam raised her pale, bloodless face, the surrounding maids covered their mouths, and the midwife who had cleaned the blood on the fetus hesitated and turned her head tremblingly.

Madam opened her mouth, and the muscles on her face trembled, showing an expression as if she was about to scream, as if she wanted to shout angrily.

But in the end, her shoulders slowly slumped, and her whole body became stiff.

Madam looked up at the void, and the look in her eyes gradually turned gray, like a flower that was knocked down by rain or crushed by snow, the fresh color faded completely.

"... Ma'am." The midwife cautiously walked forward on her knees, "This...?"

The madam's eyeballs didn't move: "You know how to deal with a stillbirth."

The monks chanting scriptures in the courtyard are still there, but the scriptures they are going to chant now may have to be changed, and instead they will save the dead.

Madam raised her hand, and her personal maid lowered her head and knelt forward.

"No, it's impossible." Someone said.

In the deadly silence of the Imperial Sanctuary, people around me looked at me.

Madam closed her eyes, as if she didn't want to see anything again, her weak and hoarse voice sank to the ground: "This is a dead baby."

She motioned to the maid to take the little ball away and cremate it.

If Onimai Tsuji Mumi had a healthy body, her fate would not repeat itself.

If Guiwu Tsuji hadn't been born weak and terminally ill, he wouldn't have become a murderous executioner in the future.

But there is a simpler, more direct method that can easily change the fate and save countless people.

As long as it wasn't born in the first place.

As long as this person is not born into the world, it will be fine.

Time froze, I looked at the maid, I watched fate stretch out the hand of change, and I saw that I was about to pick up the frozen and immobile baby and reverse the thousand-year fate.

"Snapped--"

I knocked off the hand, picked up the baby wrapped in the cloth, turned around and ran.

The people waiting outside the imperial palace, the monks and priests who stayed in the courtyard chanting scriptures and praying, everyone was taken aback by me.They stared wide-eyed, as if looking at a lunatic possessed by a hungry ghost, and fled desperately.

"Grab her—!" Angry and unbelievable voices came from behind me. Those voices gathered together and condensed into one place, like a swarm of bees pouring out of a hive.

The torches were lit one after another in the mansion, and the guards of the courtyard were dispatched collectively. This may be the most incredible thing they have encountered in their careers. The maid beside the mistress snatched the dead fetus and ran wildly towards the gate.

I felt that I might really be possessed, and my blood was surging and burning in my heart.But I am not an ordinary lunatic, I am a lunatic who knows the terrain and all the twists and turns in this mansion.

I ran across the corridor and through the dark atrium. The front door was blocked, so I ran to the back door. The back door was blocked, and I jumped on the courtyard wall.

A silvery moon hung high in the dark night sky.

People holding torches surrounded me from all directions, and sharp weapons caught my clothes from behind. I finally fell, and when I hit the hard ground, I barely turned sideways and let my shoulder hit it first.

There was a muffled bang, and the sound from inside the body overwhelmed all other sounds.

The ground was very cold, I buried my head, half of my body was so painful that I lost consciousness, the cold blade touched my neck, and something cold fell on my face—it was snowing.

……

In the past three months, I have been telling myself: don't think about it.

From the moment I was reborn, from the moment I returned to this life, I kept telling myself: Don't think too much, don't think.

To do things, to study, to get busy.

When given a task, do your best to complete it.In the past three months, I have worked hard and tried my best. I worked hard like a clown.

But what am I working so hard for?

Because I want this person to be born healthy.

…This time I was born as a human, so I don’t want to become a ghost anymore, and I don’t want to hurt others anymore.

Please give birth in good health.

Born, born, please be born safely.

After a very long and very short pause, in the dark silence, a faint cry came intermittently from my arms.

At first I thought it was my hallucination, the voice was so small that I couldn't catch it without paying close attention, but the intermittent crying gradually became clear, and the people around me obviously stopped.

I opened my eyes, pushed away the knife on my neck, and staggered up.

"He's crying—!" I yelled to everyone, to the world.

Holding the baby in the cloth, I repeated incoherently: "Look, he's crying. He's not dead, he's alive. He's crying."

I don't know why I was born again, I don't know why I have to do it all over again.

The cold snowflakes fell from the night sky, but I raised my face to fate.

"Look," I choked out, "he's not dead."